C39 Small Stone Temple

With a whoosh, Jiang Dao's figure shot into the air with blistering speed, exuding a terrifying pressure that enveloped the space like an ominous shadow. His Eagle Claw strike was a blur as it viciously swooped down on Hu Biao's forehead—swift, precise, and mercilessly fast, almost imperceptible.

Hu Biao's face contorted in disbelief. Jiang Dao seemed utterly unaffected by his presence